Saturday, August 16, 2003 |
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A man decides to take off early from work and go drinking. He stays until the bar closes at 2 am, at which time he is extremely drunk. When he enters his house, he doesn't want to wake up his wife, so he takes off his shoes and starts tip-toeing up the stairs. Half way up the stairs, he falls over backwards and lands flat on his rear end. That wouldn't have been so bad, except that he had a couple of empty pint bottles in his back pockets, and they broke, and the broken glass carved up his rear terribly. But, he was so drunk that he didn't know he was hurt. A few minutes later, as he was undressing, he noticed blood, so he checked himself out in the mirror, and sure enough he had some bad cuts down there. Well, he repaired the damage as best as he could under the circumstances, and went to bed. The next morning, his head was hurting, his rear was hurting, and he was hunkering under the covers trying to think up some good story, when his wife came into the bedroom. "Well, where did you go last night?" she said. "I worked late," he said, "and I stopped off for a couple of beers." "A couple of beers? That's a laugh," she replied, "You got plastered last night. Where the heck did you go?" "What makes you so sure I got drunk last night, anyway?" "Well," she
replied, "my first big clue was when I got up this morning and
found a bunch of band-aids stuck to the mirror." |